The citadel was tearing itself apart. The final minute on the countdown timer felt like an eternity and no time at all, all at once. The fate of Asylum now rested on the shoulders of three women, each facing her own impossible trial in a desperate race against the clock.
Scarlett: The Path of Shadows
Scarlett sprinted into the east wing. The corridor was a nightmare of fire and falling metal. A huge chunk of the ceiling, the size of a shuttle, crashed down in front of her, completely blocking the path. Flames licked at the edges of the wreckage, and the air was thick with smoke. There was no way through.
For anyone else, this would have been the end. But Scarlett didn't need a path. She made her own.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let the Void Weave power flow through her. Her body shimmered, turning into a semi-transparent figure of shadow and smoke. She didn't run around the wreckage. She ran through it.
